The Loved Ones - Last Call lyrics

rate me

He sits and stares, waiting for thunder

After awhile, I started to wonder

How he got so hollowed out

I didn't even recognize him yesterday

The clock ticks like a small drop of water

The clouds roll in the sun starts to fade away

As the rain comes down he begins to pray

Now it's the dealer's turn to fold

Cause the charade is getting old

You can sit and wait for lightning to strike

But the wind will takes its toll

He lifts his head, gets up in a daze

Out of the fog and into a maze

That's the way it starts everyday

So it seems the well's running dry

All he does is look up to the sky and beg

Laughing as they hand him a dead bouquet

That's all

Let me know when this all sinks in

Last call, last call

The lights are on but you're not leaving<br />

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Thanks to Razvan